Mine | Yours

Yours: Chapter 11

Recap:

As my eyelids grew heavy, I fought against the encroaching stillness, clinging to the flickering embers of consciousness. With the last ounce of energy left within me, I whispered into the void that enveloped me.

A plea?

A statement?

A cry?

A realization?

"Alex..."

Scarlett's P.O.V

Axle.

Amara.

Fuck, my head hurts.

My eyes fluttered open, greeted not by the familiarity of my own room but by an unknown space. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting unfamiliar shadows on the walls. A rush of confusion swept through me as I sat up, taking in the details of this unfamiliar place—the foreign furniture, the hues of the walls I couldn't place, and the scent of a room that wasn't mine. The air felt charged with a blend of trepidation and curiosity.

"You're awake," a voice said from beside me, startling me.

No.

"How did you sleep?" it asked.

"No. No," I said as I shook my head. "You're dead. You're dead!" I said as I backed away from him, tears brimming my eyes.

"Hey, it's okay, Scarlett. It-,"

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" I screamed as I put my hands over my ears and shut my eyes. "This isn't real. This isn't real," I said to myself over and over again.

"Scarlett, listen to me," it began as it sat on the bed.

"No! Get away from me!" I shouted as I scrambled off the bed. Grabbing the lamp from off the nightstand, I point it in its direction. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm gonna leave, and you're gonna stop existing," I said as I looked around the room. Where the fuck am I?

"I can't let you leave, Scar," it replied as it got up from the bed and walked towards me.

"I will do as I please because you are not real!" I replied sternly. "Stay back!"

"I'm not going to hurt you," it said as it approached me. The door is roughly 20 feet from me. I can make that.

"I said stay back!" I shouted as I threw the lamp at him and bolted towards the door.

Panic surged like a storm within me as I sprinted, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest. The corridor stretched endlessly, each step echoing my desperate attempt to break free from the hands of captivity. Fear fueled my limbs, urging me to push harder, to outpace the dread that chased me.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I screamed down the hallway. Running down the stairs, two men block my exit to freedom.

"We can't let you pass, ma'am," one of them said.

"Please. I have kids," I begged as I tried to get past them.

"Sorry, ma'am," the other said. As he picked me up, I kicked and screamed to get out of his iron grip.

"Let me go!" I shouted as I struggled to break free. Opening the door to the room I just escaped, the guard tossed me back inside and shut the door with a slam.

"Are you ready to listen now?" It asked as it looked at me.

"Who are you? What kind of trick is this?" I asked as I got up.